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Saturday, February 27, 2016

“Experiencing Venice,” by Lorena Perkins

I often hear people talk about wanting to go a country – say
France or Italy – to experience the life and culture. But do they actually want
to experience the country or simply visit it?
These aren’t the same.

I recently had a conversation with a friend, who had just
returned from Venice. Now, keep in mind
that I was born near Venice, have family there and, when I do visit, often
immerse myself in the everyday life of an Italian village. Which is why I
became a little bothered as she began to regale me with her experiences in
Venice as if she was now the guru on Italian life.

Lorena in Venice

Listening to her speak about all the “attractions” – the
gondola ride and the shopping – oh let’s not forget the shopping! I couldn’t
help but think that she had disregarded all the tips I gave her about how to
get a real sense of the city, its culture, its people.

Sure there are incredible historical buildings that are a
must-see, and if you only have a few days to spend in this grand old city, I recommend
you take the tourist route.

But my friend was going to be there for three weeks,
speaks Italian and begged me to tell her what to do and where to go to experience
everyday life in Venice. She was very
explicit in saying that she didn’t want to just go there as a tourist, that she
wanted a taste of a Venetian’s everyday life.

She went on to tell me of her frustration at not being able
to find a Starbucks and her elation when she finally did. Are you kidding me?
One of my greatest disappointments in Venice is that they allowed Starbucks and
McDonalds to set up shop! A city that
serves the best coffee in the world, not to mention some of the best food in the
world, had succumbed to the pressure of the tourist masses! Aghhh!

There’s a saying, “If you want to experience the true
culture, shop where the locals shop, eat where the locals eat.”

"Best coffee in the world" – the pastry's not bad, either.

She couldn’t understand why the city felt the need to
practically shut down at lunch time. It was very frustrating to her because
there was nothing to do.

Nothing to do? Really?

When the shops close over the lunch hour, there is a
calmness that blankets the city. Walking
through the narrow alleys of the city far from the tourist area, you can hear
families sitting down for their lunch, “Tutti
a mangare!” the mother calls. “Everyone to eat!”

The clang of plates being laid on the table, the sweet aroma
of lunch that was most likely prepared by nonna
after she came back from the early morning market with fresh vegetables, pasta
and meat.

You can hear the television
echoing in the background, most likely on the news channel. Televisions always seem
to be on at lunchtime in Italy – and
always on the news channel. This makes
for spirited conversations and, at times, passionate debates between family
members as they indulge in their lunch feast.

After a while, the televisions are off. There is a sense of
peacefulness – a real quiet. This is the
Venetians’ time. Perhaps it’s to steal a nap, read a book or take advantage in
an afternoon delight! After all, they do have a reputation for being passionate
romantics!

Whatever it is they choose to do, it is part of their way of
life. Work is a mere interruption in daily routine. “Work to live – not live to
work” comes to mind.

As you emerge from the narrow street you find yourself in a piazza … and it’s just you. Well, you
and a few pigeons. This is the pigeons’ lunch
hour and they’re busy feasting on the bread crumbs shaken off tablecloths after
lunch tables were cleared in the surrounding trattorias. This is a zen
moment, a chance to sit still for a while and listen to the water trickling
from a small fountain – what joy.

As I continued to listen to my friend, I couldn’t help but
think to myself, that she’d missed it.

If you had only given yourself time to just be, I thought,
ignored your itinerary, allowed yourself the pleasure of getting caught up in
watching and listening…

When in I’m in Venice, I never miss going to the early
morning market. I watch as the local
farmers anchor their small boats to the side of the canal and begin to offload
crates and crates of fresh fruit and vegetables.

In this market, you can only find fruit and
vegetables in season, a peach is ready to be eaten, strawberries are sweet,
watermelons are ripe. As the men
offload their precious cargo, a crowd watches, waiting anxiously as the stands
are being set up.

To think that this ritual for the Venetians has taken place
for hundreds of years in the same location, same time!

I love getting caught up in the passion the locals have in
picking out the freshest of crimson colored tomatoes, mushrooms that had just
been picked in the early morning hours – and the bantering! Oh the bantering
back and forth to agree on a price. I
don’t think they banter so much what they pay, it’s just the thing one does – a
joy for its own sake. The yelling back and forth – you’d think it was a huge
argument when in fact, they’re talking about what to make for lunch, ending the
banter with a laugh. What an experience.

By the way, while you’re at the market, do yourself a favour
and buy some fruit!

I realized that my friend simply visited Venice, didn’t
really experience it, and that’s all right . After all most of us just visit a
place when we venture far from home. She
was content with her visit and she’ll never know what she
missed.

Lorena Perkins was born near Venice, Italy,
and goes home to visit whenever she can.
In June, she will return to spend time with her 92-year-old grandmother
and will be bringing her grown daughter along to experience life in an Italian
village. Lorena had been writing
journals since the age of 12 and has amassed quite a collection. With the
encouragement of her husband, she decided it was time to venture into the world
of creative writing. Joining Brian’s
creative writing class is the first step.

1 comment:

Hi Lorena,I really enjoyed your comments about your home near Venice. I love travelling and agree with you that people often miss out on the essence of the culture, food and language, which is unique to each place. My personal favourite is when people say, 'Yeah, I've been all over Europe, I know it well" and might have only touched down in each location for a single night. Thank you for your article. Paddie Hegarty

Brian Henry has been a book editor, writer, and creative writing instructor for more than 25 years. He teaches creative writing at Ryerson University. He also leads weekly creative writing courses in Burlington, Mississauga, Oakville and Georgetown and conducts Saturday workshops throughout Ontario. His proudest boast is that he has helped many of his students get published.